Hearing Zhu Dali speak of ideals was quite a strange experience.
Especially for Jiang Wang.
Things like, "Beneath the blood moon, in Peace Under Heaven's name. Walking through the dark night, gazing up at Dawn."
Or, "Peace cannot be enjoyed forever; a demon's life often meets a dead end."
They were nothing more than notions he had made up offhand.
Those three officials, seven clerks, and nine constables—who knew how many organizations' structures had been mixed into them? Pieced together from scraps, they could hardly be called sincere.
To make the nonexistent organization called the Peaceful Way convincing, he had indeed put some thought into it. But in the end, it was all merely self-justification built around the two words "Peace Under Heaven."
Those supposedly great ideals.
He himself did not believe in them.
But Zhu Dali did.
Zhu Dali believed that there truly was an organization called the Peaceful Way in this world. He believed there truly was a great being known as the "Peaceful Way Master." He believed in an ideal like "Peace Under Heaven."
This hooligan who ran with the Flower Fruit Society was no good man. He had not committed any monstrous crimes, but he often swaggered through the streets, throwing his weight around.
Ever since coming into contact with the Peaceful Way, receiving the Peace Under Heaven Divine Wind Seal, and hearing Jiang Wang's casually invented account of the Peaceful Way's ideals, he had taken on a simple, earnest devotion, as though he had found the meaning of his life as a demon... and been reborn from the inside out.
Boasting was an innate urge. The moment Chai Asi rose to prominence, he could not wait to manifest his holiness before the masses. Surrounded by followers in the Flower Fruit Society, he had stolen all